Flt. Capt. Niac - Why Do They Always Run?
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Karrod Niac
Dec 9, 2025, 11:30:26 PM (2 days ago) Dec 9
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Brew Continuum, Deck 14, USS Ronin))
T’Fearne: Speak the Truth, I will know if you lie! ::addressing Carstairs, but briefly eyeing Niac::
Carstairs: ::straining, gripping the Vulcazoids' wrists:: Wait, wait, wait—please! You’ve got this all wrong. Sirs. Just let me explain the misunderstanding. The Klingon beans are of good quality! They don’t get that stuff out here. I met this merchant at the Farm, at this place with a funny name, “The Trill’s Pacifier”...::glancing worriedly at Niac:: or whatever, you know, the casino. He offered me a shipment of Ferengi beans if I traded what was left of our Qo’noS stock. It sounded like an even swap! He swore it was just as good and the crew would like these just as well…::head drooping between shoulders, looking morosely at the fetid container:: It seemed like a good deal at the time…
The Captain listened as the confession tumbled out of the man's mouth.
Niac: Well well well...this takes the case in a whole new direction. What do you say, Lieutenant...think you can put Mr. Carstairs back on the deck without throwing him through it? Would save me a bit of paddwork.
While their routine had drawn the attention of the other patrons in the establishment Karrod's carefully leveled glare convinced the onlookers that they should find something else with which to occupy themselves. He turned back just as Carstairs feet found the decking and T'Fearne did a magnificent job of driving home the inquisitorial condemnation.
T’Fearne: ::calmly:: How much?
Carstairs: ::confused:: Sir? Just an even swap of the beans. I swear I didn’t know they were—:: nose wrinkling:: weird like that.
He crossed his arms and offered Carstairs a measured 'tisk tisk tisk' as he shook his head.
Niac: You nearly had me convinced, Mr. Carstairs, except for one small thing...you expect us to believe you would've gotten an even swap out of a barter deal with a Ferengi? Just like that? No, Mr. Carstairs...there was something else of value here. Something else you wanted or...::He looked and Carstairs wouldn't meet his gaze::...needed. Did you...work up some kind of debt with this Ferengi, son?
T’Fearne: Is that it, Mr Carstairs? Gambling? You mentioned the casino. You wagered more credits—or latinum than you had. Lost more than you could cover. And when asked what other forms of payment you could get your hands on, you made a… creative deal? And you thought we wouldn't notice the difference. ::eyeing the Ferengi Beetled Beans with disgust:: Where are the Q'Onos Kav’ten beans right now?
Karrod could see the war happening just beneth the mans features. The alarm blooming into full scale panic. Carstairs took a step back and started throwing glances towards the compartment exits. Karrod put a hand up and put a warning note in his voice.
Niac: You've already made some bad decisions today Mr. Carstairs...don't make....
Before he could finish his thought Carstairs bolted, vaulting over the corner of the counter and breaking for the door to the corridor beyond like he was fleeing for his life. Karrod leaned back, his scowl deepening as he shook his head.
T’Fearne: If you’ll excuse me, Captain, I’ll go attend to that.
Karrod held up a hand.
Niac: You're not getting rid of me that easy, Lieutenant. Besides this is quickly going from amusing to concerning and I want to make sure Mr. Carstairs doesn't do something to escalate this any further.
T’Fearne: As you wish, Sir. It’s your ship.
((Corridors, Deck 14, USS Ronin))
He set off at a jog as the exited the shop and turned in the direction Carstairs had bolted, his pace quickening as they headed down the corridor. In the distance ahead they could hear the scrambling footfalls of a man in full dash and one shouted series of expletives after a near collision.
When they hit a t junction Karrod paused, glancing in both directions and making a quick decision.
Niac: This corridor loops back around after about a hundred meters. If we go that way we'll cut them off.
T'Fearne took a step but Karrod shook his head.
Niac: If I call for a security alert and we start snapping up forcefields this'll all have to be logged and that'll end up in Carstairs record. He's getting dangerously close to ending his career for a box of coffee beans...makes me think there's more going on here. The kid might be in real trouble. We have to figure out a way to talk to them...quietly...so we can sort this out and get our coffee back. Any ideas?
T'Fearne: Response
Niac: That might work, the small craft all have separate systems and the Captain performing a spot inspection wouldn't be....too out of the ordinary. You know...I suddenly find myself with the desire to take the Captain's Yacht out for a bit of a joyride....think that'll work?
T'Fearne: Response
Niac: Alright, then signal me when you catch up with him and I'll beam you both aboard to have a private conversation. Get moving. =/\= Niac to Bridge....Lt. Nicolau...inform the flight deck I want the Kurosawa prepped and ready to lift off in five minutes for an inspection flight. I'm on my way to the VIP bay now. Niac out. =/\=
T'Fearne: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
T’Fearne: Speak the Truth, I will know if you lie! ::addressing Carstairs, but briefly eyeing Niac::
Carstairs: ::straining, gripping the Vulcazoids' wrists:: Wait, wait, wait—please! You’ve got this all wrong. Sirs. Just let me explain the misunderstanding. The Klingon beans are of good quality! They don’t get that stuff out here. I met this merchant at the Farm, at this place with a funny name, “The Trill’s Pacifier”...::glancing worriedly at Niac:: or whatever, you know, the casino. He offered me a shipment of Ferengi beans if I traded what was left of our Qo’noS stock. It sounded like an even swap! He swore it was just as good and the crew would like these just as well…::head drooping between shoulders, looking morosely at the fetid container:: It seemed like a good deal at the time…
The Captain listened as the confession tumbled out of the man's mouth.
Niac: Well well well...this takes the case in a whole new direction. What do you say, Lieutenant...think you can put Mr. Carstairs back on the deck without throwing him through it? Would save me a bit of paddwork.
While their routine had drawn the attention of the other patrons in the establishment Karrod's carefully leveled glare convinced the onlookers that they should find something else with which to occupy themselves. He turned back just as Carstairs feet found the decking and T'Fearne did a magnificent job of driving home the inquisitorial condemnation.
T’Fearne: ::calmly:: How much?
Carstairs: ::confused:: Sir? Just an even swap of the beans. I swear I didn’t know they were—:: nose wrinkling:: weird like that.
He crossed his arms and offered Carstairs a measured 'tisk tisk tisk' as he shook his head.
Niac: You nearly had me convinced, Mr. Carstairs, except for one small thing...you expect us to believe you would've gotten an even swap out of a barter deal with a Ferengi? Just like that? No, Mr. Carstairs...there was something else of value here. Something else you wanted or...::He looked and Carstairs wouldn't meet his gaze::...needed. Did you...work up some kind of debt with this Ferengi, son?
T’Fearne: Is that it, Mr Carstairs? Gambling? You mentioned the casino. You wagered more credits—or latinum than you had. Lost more than you could cover. And when asked what other forms of payment you could get your hands on, you made a… creative deal? And you thought we wouldn't notice the difference. ::eyeing the Ferengi Beetled Beans with disgust:: Where are the Q'Onos Kav’ten beans right now?
Karrod could see the war happening just beneth the mans features. The alarm blooming into full scale panic. Carstairs took a step back and started throwing glances towards the compartment exits. Karrod put a hand up and put a warning note in his voice.
Niac: You've already made some bad decisions today Mr. Carstairs...don't make....
Before he could finish his thought Carstairs bolted, vaulting over the corner of the counter and breaking for the door to the corridor beyond like he was fleeing for his life. Karrod leaned back, his scowl deepening as he shook his head.
T’Fearne: If you’ll excuse me, Captain, I’ll go attend to that.
Karrod held up a hand.
Niac: You're not getting rid of me that easy, Lieutenant. Besides this is quickly going from amusing to concerning and I want to make sure Mr. Carstairs doesn't do something to escalate this any further.
T’Fearne: As you wish, Sir. It’s your ship.
((Corridors, Deck 14, USS Ronin))
He set off at a jog as the exited the shop and turned in the direction Carstairs had bolted, his pace quickening as they headed down the corridor. In the distance ahead they could hear the scrambling footfalls of a man in full dash and one shouted series of expletives after a near collision.
When they hit a t junction Karrod paused, glancing in both directions and making a quick decision.
Niac: This corridor loops back around after about a hundred meters. If we go that way we'll cut them off.
T'Fearne took a step but Karrod shook his head.
Niac: If I call for a security alert and we start snapping up forcefields this'll all have to be logged and that'll end up in Carstairs record. He's getting dangerously close to ending his career for a box of coffee beans...makes me think there's more going on here. The kid might be in real trouble. We have to figure out a way to talk to them...quietly...so we can sort this out and get our coffee back. Any ideas?
T'Fearne: Response
Niac: That might work, the small craft all have separate systems and the Captain performing a spot inspection wouldn't be....too out of the ordinary. You know...I suddenly find myself with the desire to take the Captain's Yacht out for a bit of a joyride....think that'll work?
T'Fearne: Response
Niac: Alright, then signal me when you catch up with him and I'll beam you both aboard to have a private conversation. Get moving. =/\= Niac to Bridge....Lt. Nicolau...inform the flight deck I want the Kurosawa prepped and ready to lift off in five minutes for an inspection flight. I'm on my way to the VIP bay now. Niac out. =/\=
T'Fearne: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
===============================
Fleet Captain Karrod Niac
Commanding Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
V239509GT0
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